from burlesque to mediocre
three sheets shy from jovial
to the deadbeat bug of drugs home occupation.
with Cohen at a funfair
a secret life on borrowed time
hounding horse each chapters line
drunk beyond belief on a club cream soda;
anxiety in a plastic bag of air
panic comes and grows it's kisses deep
deeper than the stretch-marks on my cheeks
flamenco red
plucking strings in favour of a trade;
he of fire
laborious beneath a quilt of orange skin
safe from felines furballs
twisting through the sinews like a king
waiting for an encore
far left of centre
to Montreal for the splendour of her Spring;
near midnight now the sleepless spread their wings
a kiss from the ghost of Joan of Arc
and see what the future brings;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 27th, 2023 16:17
- Comment from author about the poem: a night in with Cohen
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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Comments3
Amazing poetry. And what company you do keep my dear friend. Not bad at all. ❤️
thank you very much Teddy.
it was good to meet the great man.
BRIILIANT. i DON'T USE THOSE WORDS LIGHTLY.
a strong word Thomas
greatly appreciated.
thank you.
Sounds like a pit I new.
thank you
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